Always???
No take backs
Get ready for me to unleash hell upon your data plan
Not tonight, I’m almost asleep over here too
But soon
Felix
Go to sleep Jo
Jo
Sooooooooon
10
Jo was greeted the next morning by bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds. As if nothing at all had happened the night before. As if nothing had changed.
That was some bullshit. Everything had changed. Jo didn’t fully realize it until now, but her dreams had made it pretty damn clear. She wanted Felix. Not just to ogle or to play MnM with or to have a moon-eyed crush on. She wanted to be with him.
She had dreamt of it—the two of them entangled together on the floor of the library basement. Instead of letting go of each other and staring awkwardly into the dark, in her mind they’d looked up at each other slowly. Felix had dipped his head closer to hers. She had kissed him, tasted cloves and coffee, and then he’d pulled her into his lap. Dream logic had kicked in and they were suddenly naked, Jo riding Felix’s cock until he screamed her name, and she came so hard she woke up panting.
She’d gotten a glass of water and gone back to sleep, and this time she had dreamt of him holding her, soothing her fears with calm words, calling her something sweet in Spanish. She couldn’t remember the word he’d used, but she knew it had an ñ sound that her unconscious mind had repeated back to her over and over in his accented baritone. His solid warmth and his strong arms had surrounded her. His tender words had known exactly what she needed to hear. His dark eyes had gazed down at her protectively. And she had felt at home.
So when the morning came, and Merry yowled in her face for breakfast, Jo knew.
Felix.
She wanted Felix.
The knowing thrummed through her entire body and settled as a throb between her legs. Jo rolled onto her back, sending Merry leaping to the floor. Her hand snaked its way down her stomach and tucked under her pajama pants. She bent one knee out to the side and let her eyes fall closed as she skimmed her fingers over her panties. She gasped from that light touch and urgently needed more, more, more.
Her vibrator was in easy reach on the nightstand next to her, but she used her fingers today, imagining that they were Felix’s. What would a boxer’s hand feel like? Would he be quick and dexterous? Or slow and gentle but strong? Would he pound into her with a roughness and ferocity that left her whimpering and weak?
Oh God, oh Christ, how she wanted to find out.
Jo circled her fingers on her clit faster and faster, arching her back off the bed. She ran her other hand over the tattoo on her chest just below her shoulder, trailed it lower, and played with her nipple over her tank top until it was a firm peak. She cried out Felix’s name as she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. His large hand would engulf her entire breast, wouldn’t it? All her curves were in her hips, so he could probably palm her tits and enclose them completely.
“Yes, Felix,” she whispered to no one. “Touch me.”
She slipped her ring finger alongside the other two and within seconds she was coming, harder than she had in her sleep, harder than Jeremy had ever made her come. Jo buried that thought as soon as it surfaced, refusing to let her ex intrude on this moment. She said Felix’s name again to solidify him in her mind. Behind her closed eyes, she saw him smile down at her, reveling in her pleasure. She smiled back.
Trailing Warren and his contractor friend, Jimmy, Felix tramped over the plastic sheeting that now covered the entire children’s area of the library. That had been Jimmy’s idea; he’d had the sheeting in his truck and suggested they protect the area from the elements until a new skylight could be installed. As they made their way to the lobby, Warren ribbed Jimmy about the price of the quote. Jimmy quipped back, “That’s what insurance is for.” Over the two old friends bickering, Felix caught the sound of another voice, one he would know anywhere.
“You didn’t tell me that it was a total space opera,” said Jo.
“I didn’t know that was a selling point with you!” came Leni’s reply.
From the front desk, they both glanced toward the men entering the lobby. Leni smiled crookedly and turned back to Jo, who was holding a hardcover in her hands, her gaze locked on Felix’s.
“Thanks again, Jimmy,” Warren said. “We’ll see you and your guys next weekend. Really appreciate you comin’ out over the holiday.”
“You bet, Warren. Happy to do our part.”
They shook hands, and Felix forced himself to look away from Jo to do the same. With a polite nod toward the women, Jimmy took his leave.
“Please tell me this author has more books,” Jo said to Leni.
“Oh, totally,” Leni said, typing on her computer. “You’re cool with gay stuff, then, right? She’s got this whole sapphic series set on Jupiter. Red Storm is the first one. Let me see if it’s in right now.”
Jo replied, “I can check. I was going to browse a bit anyway.”
“We’re only open for hold pickups right now, ma’am,” said Warren. “We had an incident in the storm.”
“Warren, this is Jo Rainier,” Felix cut in. “She’s the volunteer who was with me last night when it happened. Jo, our director R—Warren Riggs.”
She stifled a laugh and waved. “Nice to meet you. Sorry, I should have guessed browsing would be off limits.”
“It’s here,” Leni interjected before Warren could respond. Her blue-tipped hair bounced in its ponytail as she popped up onto her toes. “Put it on hold online so I can go get it for you.”
Jo laughed and got out her phone.
